[Who knew that getting something he- they shouldn't have would feel this good.
The sand scraping down his cheek doesn't cause him to wince from pain, able to tolerate greater pain than that, but it does bring back memories of how pain can be a pleasurable thing. And no other person can be better at this than Monika. Granted, Monika's the only person in his entire life to ever add pain into their most intimate and pleasurable moment. Regardless, a low hum leaves him in the kiss as she leaves red scrapes on his cheek, as physical proof of her intense passion. In contrast to Monika, he is far more gentle with his own possessive hands. One hand clenches the back of her shirt while his fingers trace shape over her back.
Even after everything, his body is still in tuned to Monika. His body rubs against her while he brings her closer and closer in a tight embrace as if he wants to meld with her into one. When he feels her hand going down to his neck, he leans his head back while trying not to break the kiss so she can better grip her fingers around him.
He does gasp when he realizes her hand is around his neck. Something between his legs twitches. Then another gasp when she draws back. He looks out of it when the kiss finally ended, gasping and panting, unfocused eyes trying their best to focus on the beautiful angel. Or devil. Staring down at him. Excitement and anticipation finds its way into Soundwave.]
You are... Right. No one else but you can make me feel this way. But, you can't--
[Possibly want him to stay? After everything that's said... His body has easily given up on rejecting Monika, but there's still the voice of reason, there. It's weak, but it's there. Although how convincing that is has possibly weakened no thanks to his next action. One hand moves away from her back and warmly grips around her wrist. There's another weak attempt as he tugs on her wrist to remove her hand around his neck. Or rather, he's encouraging her to do worst.]
Please...
[He missed this part of her just as much as he has with her sweet side.]
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The sand scraping down his cheek doesn't cause him to wince from pain, able to tolerate greater pain than that, but it does bring back memories of how pain can be a pleasurable thing. And no other person can be better at this than Monika. Granted, Monika's the only person in his entire life to ever add pain into their most intimate and pleasurable moment. Regardless, a low hum leaves him in the kiss as she leaves red scrapes on his cheek, as physical proof of her intense passion. In contrast to Monika, he is far more gentle with his own possessive hands. One hand clenches the back of her shirt while his fingers trace shape over her back.
Even after everything, his body is still in tuned to Monika. His body rubs against her while he brings her closer and closer in a tight embrace as if he wants to meld with her into one. When he feels her hand going down to his neck, he leans his head back while trying not to break the kiss so she can better grip her fingers around him.
He does gasp when he realizes her hand is around his neck. Something between his legs twitches. Then another gasp when she draws back. He looks out of it when the kiss finally ended, gasping and panting, unfocused eyes trying their best to focus on the beautiful angel. Or devil. Staring down at him. Excitement and anticipation finds its way into Soundwave.]
You are... Right. No one else but you can make me feel this way. But, you can't--
[Possibly want him to stay? After everything that's said... His body has easily given up on rejecting Monika, but there's still the voice of reason, there. It's weak, but it's there. Although how convincing that is has possibly weakened no thanks to his next action. One hand moves away from her back and warmly grips around her wrist. There's another weak attempt as he tugs on her wrist to remove her hand around his neck. Or rather, he's encouraging her to do worst.]
Please...
[He missed this part of her just as much as he has with her sweet side.]